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" "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. ” “He certainly did not follow you out,” Brendon answered. " With this, he mounted his steed and rode off.
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